From The Moon

Boy sat upon the crescent moon and cast his line in the abyss. He sighed and waited restlessly, and thought about the girl he missed. But the girl she was so far away. He knew not where but memory played, and time and tide kept making waves - as he starred out from the moon …

A Fool Who Persists In His Folly Becomes Wise.

The fool was a fool and the fool kept on fooling His eyes became red, nose blocked and mouth drooling The fool came to see, what the fool came to be Should he persist in his very own fueling Of fire and void - the fool was annoyed And so foolishly vowed to stop fooling. …

The King

There was once a king. He ruled over a planet. Only once, had he ever seen another. The king sat upon his throne, ruling eternity. It seemed to him that all the cosmos were his faithful Subjects. He never spoke, except for the day that strange Subject of his visited. He watched as day turned …

Poem 3

I remember being excited by things that happened around me. I recall brief moments of clear and humble interest in any given, apparently mundane moment. I become nostalgic about the way that life felt. I sometimes wish that now was more like then, but then again, it was only what it was, eternal; and never …

Poem 2

Every now and again the fog clears The silence hears itself Clarity revealed to be eternal health There disappears the self   Brilliance permeates the musk Robust and empty All perception has been figmantery   Moments hold no meaning and no name No roles no shame and no game It’s all the same   Here …

Poem One

Could there possibly be a little comfort in rage? You know - in the ineffable way you can’t explain on a page of black and white print. Not a hint of true meaning is conveyed by the signs, in themselves misconceptions they are far from perfection where emotion remains - one and the same. I’m …

Flag Moby – Part 3

James was sweating. He shivered and scratched all over as he keened in the taxi. This was not an extravagance he was used to and certainly not one that he would be getting used to any time soon. There was no point in luxuries if you had no means to enjoy them and he wanted …

Flag Moby – Part 2

The air was cold and dry. Eliot increased his pace. January was a weird time of year, something always seemed to end. He was in pain now and beginning to regret having left no money for a taxi. He reminded himself that he didn’t need it, at least not by comparison and so he walked. …

Living the Dream – Part 1

Your shadow becomes very small and holds no particular shape at around noon and Simon was thinking about this as he threw rocks into the sea. Then again, he thought. Your shadow holds no particular shape anyway.  There was a green bottle floating next to a rock which he intended smash. He turned to his …

Speculation on Solitude and Love

Solitude is a beautiful thing. Time to oneself for reflection and space is, in my opinion, a pleasure too readily overlooked by many. It is not inextricably linked to loneliness because we can be in the greatest of company alone and yet at times find ourselves loneliest in the company of others. The world is …

The Existentialist (?) Goat

I dream of the day, that I wake up from this daze There’s a purpose I know it, I just can’t help but feel lazy Pained by opportunities and attracted by a light That only ever turns out to be, a candle in the night It’s the backdrop of nothing that really scares us the …

The Homeless on Happiness – Pt 4 – Howell

I’ve just had a very interesting conversation with Howell.   He believes that we’re not all able to achieve happiness to the same degree because “we’re not all mentally wired for it”. He told me that our understandings are so warped by society’s collective expectations that we, as individuals, lose sight of what is important to …

No Reason

I write for no reason, a reason to write Though writing is reason, not reason is right Is writing to reason so brilliantly bright If it’s ordered to please them? A brightness of slight… Lyrically twisting a meaning of mine Is meaning resisting a twisting in time To find a new line in this instance …

WORK – Altruism, wealth and happiness?…

Work; we all have to do it - with the exception of an apparently fortunate few who exist on the foundations of hereditary wealth. These people still survive and enjoy themselves upon the fact that someone has worked in the past in order to provide the means not only for themselves, but also for future generations. …

The Homeless on Happiness – Pt 3 – Mark

I just met Mark who has left me feeling heavy hearted. The first thing he said when I asked him about happiness was: “I ain’t been happy in a long time.” - Since he came home to find his wife dead as a result of complications from an ectopic pregnancy to be precise. That was …

Ambition – Thoughts on attempting to row an Ocean and other things…

Ambition for me boils down to desire; the desire to achieve something. It’s something I’ve given plenty of consideration to recently. Around two years ago I signed up to row across the Atlantic Ocean with my Dad, my Uncle and a crew of eight other men. The process from the point of signing up, to the point of …

The Homeless on Happiness – Pt 2 – Jack

I feel extremely fortunate to have met Jack; one of the most open and charismatic people I have ever come across. Jack has attempted suicide three times, at least one of which he blames on anti-depressants. “SSRIs in particular” he says “send me from the most extreme highs to being completely and utterly suicidal”. I asked him …

The Homeless on Happiness – Pt 1 – Shaun

There’s a man sitting on a cardboard box in front of Will’s Memorial Building in Bristol. I bought him a coffee and a sandwich and asked if he minded me sitting down. He shrugged. It was awkward and my offering a roll-up did little to break the ice.  His name is Shaun and he is …

Flag Moby – Part 1

James awoke with a start in a squalid London flat from a short-lived bout of sleep during which he had been paralysed by that most uncomfortable phase of dreaming. By his estimations he was approaching what must be his 48th hour of hibernation. He began to itch as he rolled over toward the ash tray, …